Yeah, maybe.
Deliberately place a living organism where it cannot receive any natural light, and it most probably dies. Does that make you a murderer? It is necessary at times for elements to die, like a molting, so that a "greater" organism (WFMU, let's say, just for example) can thrive. If you hand over the loaded gun, or the perfectly fashioned slipknot—are you the killer, or the gardener?
Covered in charcoal, Bronson eschews all friendships, all camaraderie, ultimately all support. Is he "wrong"? "Incorrigible"? Or, just realistic? He lives, as he dreams, alone.
Castlehead love, on a very lean playlist, for Kommissar Hjuler und Mama Baer, Luten', Kyle Clyde (soon to be our live guest, on the Feb. 3/4 show), and Leslie Keffer.
Other than these few words, I don't have fuck all to say. I had an enjoyable time putting last night's horrorcast™ together, and I presume that the 7 or 8 of you who tuned in, despite the complete lack of nostalgia and/or pop tunes and/or rock and roll (how did you manage?!) enjoyed yourselves, too. I'm back to me cell, back to soli'try.
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